"Easy. You need to drink this. All of it."The voice was female, older, with the kind of authority that came from years of practice. A physician, maybe. Or whatever passed for one here.Caelum managed to crack his eyes open. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp. Stone walls, a narrow bed, the smell of antiseptic and herbs. An infirmary. Again.He lay still, eyes half-lidded, listening to the muted voices beyond the partition. Their words brushed against the edge of consciousness—hushed, yet sharp enough to pierce through the fog of pain.“The wounds barely stung, but his vital force felt drained, utterly spent—his body consuming itself to repair the constant damage." “But didn’t he refuse to serve the Commander?”“You know Commander Velis. He’s always… generous with his pets.”A pause. Then the same woman again, her tone laced with reluctant admiration.“He keeps them alive, even when their blood has turned bitter. Even when there’s nothing left worth consuming. He tends to them
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